I Solemnly Swear That I Am Up To No Good Private Message to Harry Marvolo

[alt_ron]

I made it back without Tamblyn catching me. Honestly, you'd think Umbridge was still around, the way that one goes on like it's a major crime to be out a few minutes past curfew. Whatever.

Maybe we can get together again tomorrow. I'm like you, I'm not going to get any smarter by looking at my notes any more. I know what I know, and, I mean, apart from Dark Arts, I figure I've been to all the lessons, I can pretty much do all the spells and techniques and all, and I know as much as I can remember of the textbook stuff. So... yeah.

That was a wizard game we made up. If we play it again, though, we should take penalties for hitting ourselves and give bonus points for beaning firsties or putting a ball through a ghost!

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[alt_harry]

I bet we can set up hoops to shoot them through, like quidditch. Only we'd have to set them on something so they'd stay upright. Or we could stick circles to the wall and try and hit those. Like targets.

Ced and me used to

Or we could go flying, maybe. If it's not too late.

I could bring the picture tomorrow. The one with your uncles in it.

[alt_ron]

Say, y'know... writing that made me wonder if you'd rather we called you Harry Potter. I think the journals would know what we meant. (I guess if they didn't, you just wouldn't see the private message. Then we'd know.)

I guess that's got to be really hard, thinking about them so much, but never having really met them.

It's different about Dad, only there's so much I didn't know when he was alive. That's the thing, really. I wish-

I wish he'd told me about it, himself. And taken my oath.

It makes me jealous of the twins and Charlie. And Bill.